BROKEN!

The blob of red paint on the pallet, dipping her brush into it, she makes a heart in the middle of the canvas. Her mind is clouded and dark. She takes in black and her hand automatically moves on the canvas – no pattern, no image…just some strokes, depicting the storm raging within her. Anger, desperation, helplessness and THE pain. The red on the canvas starts to run, like her bleeding heart, threatening to spoil the whole picture. The turmoil is too much to bear. She sighs! Tears mist her eyes. With a heart rendering scream, throws the brush against the wall. The dam breaks and she starts sobbing. Will the torrent of tears wash away the pain? The very colour of red…of love and passion is also the color of heartbreak!!

For -Mag 102

HIS – STORY AND PRIMITIVE INSTINCTS.

The castle was ominous and cold

Tales larger than life

Stories of betrayal, conceit and deceit

Of love, passion and debauchery.

The fire long extinguished

But, kindled in the heart

Bursts of flame reflected

In the eyes, that rakes it.

A chill runs down the spine

Warmed by that spark

Involuntary shiver and goose bumps

Aching for the touch.

Masked faces and emotions

Futile attempts to hide the real

Conversation cease

Silence a heavy drape

Eyes meets, sending signals

Volumes are spoken

Without uttering a word!

Feelings taut

Threatening to break the restraint

Breathing laboured

Thoughts clouded.

Unsure, yet guided

By a primitive force

They move towards each other,

Beads of sweat,

Parched throat...thirsty

Arms trying to reach...hungry;

Who will break this spell???

For - dverse: Poetics~Undercurrents

A JOURNEY CUT SHORT.

It was a journey

Of a personal kind

Kindled with passion

Of body and mind.

The preparation arduous

The task seemed monstrous

But nothing that I

Could ever overcome.

I tried;

I gave my best;

Pushed myself to the limit

And broke my leg in the process.

An unfortunate detour

Nothing serious to dwell upon

Things are bound to happen

Time to look at the goal again.

Same dream

Same is the destination

Never will I  let diminish

The spirit and the zeal for another try.

For - Thursday Think Tank # 82 "The Road"

OVER THE EDGE – EPILOGUE.

I stood looking out of the window, staring at nothing. My mind a whirlpool of thoughts. I shouldn’t have let him go. Should have talked him out of it. Would it help? No! He was too passionate about his work. He liked challenges and being posted overseas to cover the war was a dream come true to him, whatever the underlying consequences!

A little over six months now, his letters to me have been few. The phone calls fewer…but, whenever we talk, I can sense his tension, the edge and the love. Can we carry on like this? For how long? My nerves are wrought with tension; my eyes forlorn and expectant; aching for him, his touch, the comfort of his hug.

I can hear the phone ringing in the distance. I run and grab it! Oh! This feeling of “cliff hanger”-edginess. “Hi darling! Am coming back!"  Prayers answered!

 For -Saturday Centus - "Cliff hanger"

NO REGRETS.

Tears do rain

Little does it ease

The pain,

Wallowing in self pity

I fail to see

The Beauty.

After the night

Is the promise of a

New dawn...

I smile at the sunrise

Yesterday, is but

A memory,

Step by step

I learn to walk

Then dance

Letting go isn’t easy...

Mark of strength!!!

For - Romantic Friday Writers

          Flash Friday 55

JUXTAPOSED!

I take on the wings

Wanting to fly

Always on the clouds,

A dreamer…

You are grounded

Much more real

In-control and practical

Rooted…

Like a butterfly

I love the freedom

With boundless limit

Immense…

The quiet one, you are

Often mistaken for serious

Never quite revealing

A mystery…

Cannot stop expressing

Always looking for words

Conveying my deepest feelings

Sentimental…

Armouring your emotions

Projecting a tough demeanour

Caring and gentle at heart

A Charmer…

Opposing natures

Contrasting and

Complementing each other

This is a beautiful feeling

A feeling of love!

For-Alphabe-Thursday "J"

    Thursday Poets Rally 

BODY BALANCING.

I lift my bad right leg in the front

Leave it hanging in the air

Left leg is all I have

To balance myself and hop…

My hands ache from the pressure

As I hoist my body

A simple act of walking

Makes me break into sweat

A few more hops and

My good leg starts to shake

It is the body vs mind…

Sometimes it is the body

Many times the mind,

But, it is my heart that

Does the balancing act for me.

 For -Theme Thursday - "Balance"